Hello, I guess you guys have seen the MacGyver reboot. As have I. And I have to say, I enjoyed it. But it is a completely different show.

I feel like some hardcore 1980's fans are going to scold me for enjoying the reboot. And trust me, I'm a FAN of the original too. This will probably never measure up to that one, but honestly… I've seen way worse shows running for seasons upon seasons…
But you have to view it as a different show. A completely different show.

My head-canon is that the MacGyver, Jack Dalton and Patricia Thornton are the sons and daughters of the original characters. (Or maybe the new Mac is the grandson of the original? I don't know… Anyway… New generation…)

And every show is an opportunity to write fanfics.

And I want to know about Cairo… Don't you?

"Shhh… We need to be quiet!" Jack whispered.

Mac grunted and gave him a lethal glare, of course he knew they had to be quiet. Quiet was essential for their survival.

"You try to be quiet with a messed up leg, see how that goes…"

Jack grimaced and looked down to see three zip ties act as a tourniquet around Mac's thigh. A few inches below the plastic ties an awful wound soaked his khakis red.

"Sorry… I didn't mean to…" Jack was at a loss for words, "Are you okay?"

"I got shot with an assault rifle. No. I've been better!" Mac whispered back, he was on the verge of starting to shout his answers instead.

"You think you can make it to the Jeep on your own?" Jack asked, knowing what the answer would be. The Jeep was on the other side of an open area, about the length of a football field away. And MacGyver's leg wouldn't bear him.

Mac shook his head, but tried putting a bit weight on his injured leg just in case it was a bit better now…

Jack was positive he was going to hurl when he saw the way his friend's right thigh changed direction once Mac eased weight on to the leg. Mac gasped in pain and yanked his leg off the ground. Mistake number two… The sudden movement shot pain up his leg, and his vision started to go dark. The only reason he didn't hit the floor was Jack's strong hands grabbing hold of him.

It took a few seconds before Mac trusted his voice again. "No. I can't run, my leg only buckles, and hurts like hell…"

"Yeah, I saw that… And I bet it does…" Jack spoke, still focusing on not vomiting. "You think a splint would work?"

"Not one I could make with the things we have at hand…"

"What? You're the improvisation-genius!"

"Yeah, well… I can't make a well functioning splint out of sand and happy thoughts! And that's all we've got to work with!"

"You don't see a nice DIY project in these containers we're hiding behind either?" Jack could hope, couldn't he.

"They're welded… And unless you have a car battery, jump cables and a few coins all in your back pocket we won't get anywhere with that…"

Mac bit back a yelp as a stone was flung towards him by a bullet. The stone hit him directly in his knee, and the pain ten folded.

Jack helped Mac ease down on a stack of tires, there was no doubt that friend was in great pain.

"Got any bright ideas at all?" Jack asked as he rummaged through his own brain for a trick or something that could help them.

Mack thrashed his head from side to side as he doubled over in pain.

"Find another way 'round?"

"It'll be longer, and you still can't walk… And by the looks of it, you're not up for being carried all that way either!"

MacGyver winced tried to sit a little straighter. "No, leave me. Get to the car. Radio for help…"

"Mac, you know I won't leave you here."

" 'S our only shot…" Mac answered through gritted teeth.

"I can't leave you here!"

"Jack, you've got to…" He inhaled sharply as the strap holding Jack's rifle slipped, and the weapon jolted into his leg. The little tint of color which might have been left in his face drained from it, and a second or so later Mac was busy parting with his lunch.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" Jack murmured as he rubbed circles on Mac's left shoulder.

"Get help Jack" MacGyver managed as soon as he stopped retching. "Take the detour around the buildings… You can come get me when you have the Jeep…"

"Mac, I really don't think I should leave you…"

"Jack, do I have to punch you?"

"No, sorry…"

"Go…"

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Jack felt guilty for leaving Mac behind, even if it was just to get the car and bring it back over to him. The kid was hurt and helpless. If anybody came for him, he wouldn't be able to escape.

He had left his backup piece with him, but if he knew the kid well enough… Mac wouldn't shoot anyone…

Jack raced towards the Jeep. He had run safely behind the building to the east, and he only had about twenty yards left. But that was with no cover…

His heart pounded in his chest as he stopped just before the corner of the building, preparing himself for the final sprint over to the car.

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Bullets were flying everywhere. For a moment Mac was back in Kabul a few years earlier. It had been his first mission with the military, and things had kinda gone to hell. Much like this.

His leg hurt, just above his ankle. A faulty step had sent him crashing down a flight of stair, and he could swear his leg was broken. This had to be bone-ache…
He could move, but it hurt like a bitch and it was extremely slow going. But the rest of his team was outside, while he was supposed to disarm a bomb they had intel on. It was supposed to be in one of the ORs. OR-3 if they were correct.
He found the door, and entered. An old-school display flashed red digital numbers, he had three minutes before… Before KABOOM…
He hobbled over to the weapon of mass destruction. If he couldn't disarm it, he wouldn't be able to get away before it blew. His leg made sure of that…

A bullet hit about a foot to the right of his right shoulder. The guys on the rooftop were moving… He couldn't run, he had nowhere to hide…

02:43 the red numbers taunted him as he ripped off a plate which hid the wires. None of the wires had the same color… Great…
RED, BLUE, WHITE, GREEN, YELLOW, ORANGE, PURPLE…
02:29, time was slipping away. If he cut the wrong wire, the bomb might just decide to blow up on him straight away. This was… This was a problem.
He moved his knife back and forth between the red and the blue wire. His gut told him it was one of those… Might not be though…
02:02, he glanced at the bomb as a whole… He had never seen one of these, it looked completely custom and 100 percent random.
01:43, his pulse was high. His mouth was dry…
01:40, it couldn't be red or blue…
01:35, what was it?
00:51, SHIT!
00:34, the red, blue, green, purple and yellow wire seemed to loop with each other.
00:23, white or orange?

His heart was thundering in his chest, his leg felt like it was about to fall off. Jack was on the other side of the area, and Mac had no idea of knowing if his friend was safe.

Suddenly, a green Jeep skidded sideways into his view. Jack was behind the steering wheel. Mac relaxed a bit.

00:04, WHITE OR ORANGE?
00:03, white?
00:02, or orange?
00:01, WHITE!
The flashing red numbers stopped their countdown, and MacGyver breathed a sigh of relief. He had done it. The bomb wouldn't blow…
He pushed the button on his radio.
"Guys, the bomb is cold… But I hurt my leg, can one of you come help me?"
No one answered.
He repeated.
Still no answer…
Maybe it was the walls?
He winced as he pulled himself to his feet. His ankle hurt bad, but he gritted his teeth and started limping towards the outside.

Jack jumped out from the driver's side, and rushed over to him. He manhandled him up, making Mac's leg flare up like fireworks on the 4th of July.

Mac screamed, and Jack muttered an apology.

It was silent. No noise… No yelling, no engines running, no shooting…
Mac felt his heartrate pick up again. He was a few feet away from the entrance, and it was silent…
He hopped over to the door, keeping his left leg off the ground. The pain was getting worse, and irritating it by stepping on the leg was no good.
He didn't see anyone. No sniper rifles on the edge of rooftops, no boots hiding behind army vans… No one…
He limped out. Still as silent as in the grave.
He hopped further out, far enough to see past the concrete walls on either side of the entrance.
Then he saw it…

They were three feet away from the Jeep when Jack collapsed beside him. They both hit the ground.

Captain Jones was laying splayed against the wall. Half of his face missing. Next to him, private Chen was collapsed forward. A big red rose soaking the back of his khaki shirt.
Mac felt nauseous, he looked the other way, only to find the rest of his team, and a whole lot of other people dead too. Some enemies, some civilians.
Mac pressed the button on his radio again. Hoping that someone on their side could hear him.
"Lieutenant MacGyver speaking, my team has been shot, I'm inj…" his right leg collapsed beneath him, and pain radiated from his abdomen. He looked down, a crimson rose started forming just above his left hip. He pulled his handgun up, and aimed for whoever could have shot him.
He found his target and squeezed the trigger.
His gun jammed.

Mac writhed in pain, his leg was on fire. His ears went deaf with the pain, and for a couple of seconds he was sure he was dying. That they were as good as dead.

Then his ears started ringing, and the sound of shooting came back. And another sound… Cussing.

Mac tilted his head to the right. He saw Jack's face, red with pain, twisted in agony. The man cussed a few more times before he pushed off the ground, cautious of his left leg. Then he yanked Mac upright and almost threw him into the backseat.

Jack got into the driver's seat of the running Jeep and took off like a bat out of hell.

"You okay?" Mac managed to bite out through gritted teeth, about ready to pass out from pain.

"Yeah… I'm good…" Jack spoke from the front seat. His voice wasn't as convincing as his words.

"What happened back there?"

There was an awkward pause, as Jack debated how to describe what had gone down.

Then…

"Well… To quote Forrest Gump, 'Something jumped up and bit me…'" Jack confessed with a grimace on his face.

"You got shot in the butt?" Mac asked, and realized how oddly Jack had positioned himself in the driver's seat.

Jack nodded and took a deep breath, "Yeah, bet my left butt cheek will have a fantastic scar from now on…"

"Well, that sucks…"

Jack nodded. "How are you doing back there?"

"Fine, but I would like to see a doctor when the opportunity arrives…"

"Me too kid…" Jack winced and moved his hand to feel for the wound on his precious hide. He growled and cussed when his hand came back red.

"You good?"

Jack nodded. "I don't think it was a straight hit… It doesn't feel that deep…"

Mac winced as the Jeep hit a pothole, "Good…"

"Must've ricocheted off of a container…"

"That could happen…" Mac agreed, concentrating on keeping his right leg still.

"Hey Mac…"

"Mhmm?"

"Let's never talk about this again, okay?"

"Yeah, sure…"

"Like, ever…"

"Okay…"

"Sending backup now!" someone declared into his ear, as Mac made the snap decision to throw the gun towards the guy who had shot him.
Then he rolled into cover as the gun hit the wall beside the shooter.
Mac grabbed the gun off of one of his deceased teammates. Pulled the trigger and the shooter sagged down, dead.
Mac felt ill. Not just his injuries…
"MacGyver? You still there?"
Mac pushed the button, "Yeah… Still here…"
"Backup is on their way."
"I heard you…"
Hopefully he would never have to shoot and kill another human… Again…

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"Patricia's got a chopper waiting for us where they dropped us off Tuesday. You think you're up for that?"

"Yeah, sure…" Mac bit his lower lip as his right leg burned. "As long as there's a first aid kit with my name on it… I guess I'm good…"

Jack looked in the slightly deformed rearview mirror, locking eyes with Mac.

"Dude, I bet there's a hospital bed with your name on it after this…"

"Sure hope there isn't. Haven't got time for that..."

"Not much choice, sorry…"

"What will I tell Wilt?"

Jack shrugged. "Tell him you got hit by a car or something…"

"I've already been hit by cars five times, as far as Wilt thinks he knows…" Mac bit back, "If I don't have to stay at the hospital, I can say I fell off a skateboard or something… But if they decide I have to stay for multiple surgeries or something, I don't know…"

"Well, what is your cover to be away this time?"

"Business trip to Italy, Thornton figured that would make up for whatever tan I would get…"

"Italy?"

"Yeah…"

The car hit a pothole and both the men sounded their discomfort.

"Let's say you were invited to a ski lodge, spent a day snowboarding down perfect slopes, until you lost control and messed up your leg…"

"That could work…" Mac agreed, "But I think I'll go with downhill skiing instead. He knows I'm good at snowboarding, been doing that since I was four or so…"

"Yeah…"

"Or, it could be a hikingtrip gone wrong… A long hike near Rome, then I stepped down on a rock which would slide…"

"You…? Being taken down by stepping wrong…?"

"Okay, skiing in Bergamo…" Mac decided. "It doesn't sound too farfetched…"

Okay, so… I'm gonna stop this chapter here. There MIGHT be more, and once the category for MacGyver 2.0 (or something like that) is up, I'll upload it to that category too. Until then, I will use this existing category…
Sorry if I annoy any of you by intruding with a 2016 reboot fic…

Hope you had a pleasant ride during this chapter. *winks*